Gyre Mill

I had been through to Stromness to the GP and my Mum’s, Argos, Fletts and to get the Oracdian.  On arriving home there was a peedie drama.  Our track was blocked by two Coastguard trucks and eight men in high-viz vests.  They had been to consult with CMC.  Someone’s dog had gone over the cliffs below our house.  Things weren’t looking good with a big sea on and a steady 50 mph wind really whipping up the waves.

I thought it was Rognvald’s dog as I’d seen his van in the carpark on the Breck. 

The team walked up and down the cliff for some time.  About half an hour passed until a big gang of lads in our garden were smiling and leading a collie dog to safety.